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.