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.