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.