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.