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.