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.