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.