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.