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.