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.