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.