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.