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.