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.