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.