Ten years ago today,

I went to a book club

in a coffee shop

on 8th Street

in the Village,

to meet people I didn’t know,

and discuss a book

I’d never read.

Oh, and it was a lesbian book club.

Did I mention that already?

She asked me afterwards

why I’d do that,

on the second day of my vacation,

when there were so many other things to do

in New York City?

She had a beautiful smile,

this woman who asked me,

I noticed that straight away,

how it went all the way up to her eyes.

I took her number.

And later, I kissed her.

And later still, I married her.

Today, I’m writing this for her.

I never did get around to reading the book.