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.