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.