roses

To me, emigrating to the United States was breaking a way. To
A fresh start.
Back in Dallas, I worked in a gay Street called Cedar Springs.
I sold roses.
The Texan gay men would use the roses as a device to pick up
the man of their desires.
The black roses sold well in the leather bars.
And at the drag shows, the roses must always be red.
In the cowboy bars: yellow roses of Texas.
I wore skimpy velvet shorts.
My host family in Dallas ignored me.
I was too strange to even look at.
Was it the Billy idol haircut, or the black pointy shoes?