Three Poems by Georgia Pearle

Three Poems by Georgia Pearle

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Past the Refinery

Yachts knock in the harbor. Oil tanks
glow full and fat beneath the yellow globes

and smokestacks. Such brights at the refinery,

those sweet lubricants, those rich plumes

that chuff and chug at the sky. Such light
fuel lifted from the residual crude.

Along our shorelines, the spilt sheen’s
been sunk, and the sands are sifted white

enough again. Each night I drive home
past the vats. I want to believe I can’t help

my mouth, how I’m drawn to cup it round
the inbound pipes. In nightmares I swallow,

swallow, until pitch edges my gums, and silt
slops off my teeth. I don’t even pause to breathe.



Refinery IV

After the Spill

Down in Bayou La Batre, the oysters
sludged in oil, an irritant too slick
to make pearls. Along the coast, thick
yellow boom formed a barrier and crews
set out with skimmers. Still the oysters
choked. I’m sick of writing all the ways
to choke or not to choke. Enough sputtering
metaphor. Enough bays and likenesses
and poor filtering bivalves. We’ve asked
too much of the oysters, too many times
we’ve said, here, mollusk, you’re stuck
in the muck. What’ll you choose to do?
Have some grit, baby, grit—
and best make it luminous.



Refinery V

Jubilee City


My father could not read for pleasure, rather, he read
how sheetrock needed to set square against a new home’s
frame, read the lines of 40 lb test and wrestled with reels,
red snapper and mackerel. My father read the trawlers’
tall masts, picked through the bait fish, jellyfish, cuttlefish.
My father knew how to keep what to keep. With his blood
money we bought me books, navy cardigans and pinafores
and some supposed way out, away from the egrets, gone
from undertow and tide and man-o-war shores, no more
mollusks in sand. Father, with you gone, my hands grew
dyslexic, my air kept too filtered, tempered. Forgive me
this refinement. Forgive me how you paid for it.




Georgia PearleGeorgia Pearle was born and raised in the Gulf South. An alumna of Smith College, she has been a coordinator of the VIDA Count, the digital editor for Gulf Coast, and the recipient of the Inprint Marion Barthelme Prize in Creative Writing. Her poems have appeared in Kenyon Review Online, Crab Creek Review, and Women’s Studies Quarterly, among others. She holds a CLASS Dissertation Completion Fellowship at the University of Houston, where she is a doctoral candidate in creative writing and literature. She is at work on a collection of poems as well as a memoir.

Read “Refinery I,” a Letter to America poem by Georgia Pearle appearing in Terrain.org.

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