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.