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.