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.