Xev Bellringer Ride -

We stand there in the morning quiet. A truck rumbles past on the main street. A bird calls from the pine tree overhang.

“You ride bitch.”

I don’t knock. I don’t even turn off the bike. I just sit there in the growing dark, watching the thin strip of light under his door. xev bellringer ride

The Last Ride to Stillwater

He climbs on behind me. His arms circle my waist. His chest presses to my back. We stand there in the morning quiet