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.