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.