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.