“Look . . . at . . . me. . . .”

“Look at me!Look at me!Look at me NOW!It is fun to have funBut you have to know how.”

“Hey, look at me! Look at me! Look at me! And...look at me. Will he think I'm sexy enough? Will he find me wholesome enough? Am I fuckable? Is he allergic to feathers?!”

“Look me in the eye and tell me you don't find me attractive. Look me in the heart and tell me you won't go. Look me in the eye and promise no love's like our love. Look me in the heart and unbreak broken, it won't happen.”

“Look down at me and you see a fool,Look up at me and you see a god,Look straight at me and you see yourself.”

“He looked to the sky for answers. I look at what's in front of me, what's around me, what's inside of me.”

“I spent the whole morning looking at him. He looked at Mama. Mama looked at me. Then he would look at me. I would look at Mama. She would look at him. In different circumstances, I'd be amused.”