Memory of the Burned House
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Bobbi Baugh

“In the burned house I am eating breakfast. You understand: there is no house, there is no breakfast, yet here I am.”
From the poem “Morning in the Burned House” by Margaret Atwood.

Atwood’s powerful images of a fire and burned house are metaphors to convey intense loss and loneliness. A melted spoon. A melted bowl. Soot. No people visible. “Everything in this house has long been over.”