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.