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.