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.