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.