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.