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.