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.