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.