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.