By Eva Dias Costa in Signals — 13 Jun 2025

#5. Aisle 4.

The museum burned down,
but the gift shop stayed open.
No one noticed for three days.

The postcards were blank anyway.

Someone bought a snow globe
of a city that doesn’t exist.
The flakes inside fell upward.

A child pointed.
An adult said,
That’s not how memory works.

Somewhere in aisle 4,
a woman picked up a keychain
and whispered,
I was here.

No one looked.
But the till rang.