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.