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.