They Tell Me: "We  Are  Going  To Shrink 
 You." I Don'T  Quite Like  The  Tone  In 
 Their  Voices, Like They Are Restraining 
 Themselves. There Is  A  Hunger In  Them 
 And  It Wants Me  To  Shrink.  And  What 
 Really  Irks  Me  Is   That   So  Do  I. 
                                          
 They  Give  Me  Wristbands And  Anklets, 
 Made  Of   Some  Strange  Stone.   Their 
      Surface Is Swirling, Like Dark      
   Thunderstorms Trapped In Glass, Like   
 Windows  Into A  Smaller World, Close To 
 My  Body  So  That  It Can  See  Clearly 
              Whats In Store.             
                                          
 They Give Me  Food: Prawn-Like Bugs That 
 Make My Tongue Curl  With  Satisfaction. 
 "Out Of This World", I  Think, Having No 
 Frame Of Reference. I Eat Only  Two, But 
      The Bugs Leave Me Suspiciously      
                Satisfied.                
                                          
 They Measure My Clothes.  "You Are Going 
 To Become About Half  As Big", They Tell 
  Me, Barely Controlling Themselves With  
               Anticipation.