That's the title of a new story that appears in the current issue of the Foundling Review.
Here's how it begins:
"There is a husband across the hall who looks at me. Two doors down, to the left, opposite side, near the emergency exit, with a wife I never see, yet I know she exists because there have been periodic sightings over the years, like the sightings of a rare, delicate, beautifully named bird."
Like all the stories I've been writing lately, this one is pretty short.
The issue also features commentary by Randall Brown.