It began the day I was born

Speeding car, stress and drama

Pulling over, gave birth in a field

standing there, a staring llama

My parents look at him

Llama looks back

They stare and stare

Then that was that

Second grade talent show

Stage fright, laughter and spewing

Running away, hiding outside

Next to the slide, llama chewing

I look at him

Llama looks back

We stare and stare

Then that was that

High school football playoffs

Seconds left, tense and loud

Running the ball, I look up

On row 10, llama in the crowd

I look at him

Llama looks back

We stare and stare

Get tackled with a *crack!*

Years now in a wheelchair

Always lonely, sleeping and sitting

Watching the power ball, win one billion

cuts to a commercial, llama spitting

I look at him

He looks back

We stare and stare

Then that was that

Lying on my death bed

Family around, sad and crying

Behind them, llama stares

Irate, I swear I’m not lying

I look at him

He looks back

We stare and stare

Then it all goes black

Spinning around and falling

Colors piercing, orange, blue, red

Bubbling up, my skin is lifted

Landing in liquid, the land of the dead

Out of smoke he approaches

Trotting slowly, chewing and staring

Noses touching, he gazes inside

Replacing skin, it’s fur I’m wearing

He bites me and I change

Body shaking, new hoofs and snout

Body morphing, long ears and tail

Chewing something, I spit it out

He leads me through a cloud

Speeding stars, thought and being

Entering a moment, we arrive at a field

Witnessing a birth, it’s me I’m seeing

I turn and see he’s gone

indifferent llama, calm yet exact

watching, I see my parent’s love

Baby turning, we make eye contact

I look at him

He looks back

We stare and stare

Then that was that