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Toddling
by Matt Anderson
Now Henry walks—baby steps, tentative
and imprecise—but real walking, with real falls.
He seems taller too, more clever—and his
reach exceeds our expectations, so all
coffee cups must be placed with care, near
the center of the kitchen table. He stands
with face pressed to the screen door, his brother
taunting him out back with shovels and
dumptrucks, fresh dirt to eat. This new range
he's got is terrifying, a sudden strange
revelation: to learn what burns, this
child will have to suffer one.
Matt Anderson lives and works in Sacramento, CA. He has four plants and an air conditioning unit that does little to cool his apartment. He is currently working with a group to open a non-profit tutoring center, GiantINK, that will provide support for local students and their writing projects.
