I tell her that Groot died 

before Iron Man 

the sacrifice, a forgotten thorn 

that pricks my side  

the fact that the millionaire-playboy-philanthropist 

is the one who sacrifices is more telling  

of his own guilt than anything else,  

I argue 

she calmly bites into her samosa  

and continues filling a quiz for her Ethics class 

five years younger than me,  

she really came of age after she saw  

Fight Club and Mamma Mia;  

I was away, studying characters and plots. 

five years younger than me,  

she still surprises my wits 

like words tasted from the air, she asks, 

“what difference does it make?”