If the book I’ve been eyeing is unexploded ordnance, and if Peter and I are doing tequila shots at Flaming Saddles, and if Kaylee from work tells me that my openness makes her feel safe, and if I remember watching Almodóvar that Easter with Bob O, and if I’m working the golf fundraiser in rainbow nails, and if the gay cousins outnumber the straight ones, and if everyone in Ptown is singing “Dancing on My Own,” and if Molly is holding my hand, saying my name when I’m not there, kissing me, I know. It detonates.