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.