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.