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.