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.