The Question Poem by anais vionet

Leong (one of my roommates) squirms up to me at breakfast, in the cafeteria.

"May I ask.., " she said, looking around like a secret agent getting ready to make a dead-drop, "what contraceptives do you use? "

I thought this an odd question from someone who just broke up with her long-time boyfriend but, hey, I'm an open book.

"Isolation and despair, " I replied, which got me an eye roll.

"You're never serious! " She admonishes me.