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.