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.