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.