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.