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.