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.