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.