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.