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