The Interventionist

Amanda Harris
Aug 28, 2017 · 1 min read

stares down the drugged-
up man at the other side
of the room. He cries
but his his tears are
inside. He says we are
here because we are
losing you, and he says
it in a way that means
six months at a retreat
in California. The man
on drugs stares back
at the interventionist
and he remembers that
Conor McGregor will
fight Floyd Mayweather
tonight. I want to stay
home first, he says, so
I can watch that fight.
The family informs him
that home is a cocaine
hole he’s dug with his
bare hands. He eyeballs
the treatment plan. The
man on cocaine nods.

— Poetry
— between sand and gravel
— (Penguin, 2019)

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Amanda Harris

Written by

Author of Rage (Penguin, 2015). Author of #bagpipecity (Penguin, 2016). Author of No Surrender (Penguin, 2017).

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