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.