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Merry Sang

(mac)ro(mic) 2018

May 27, 2018

Merry Sang


Merry Sang

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Merry sang. She whistled, she hummed, she scatted. Merry played the spoons and the Jews Harp as well as the ukulele, the washboard, the comb and she’d drum on anything and everything. She attached cymbals to her knees, hung a harmonica around her neck, and cowbells from her elbows.

Merry wrote songs, music, letters to the editor, and obituaries for the New Haven Globe. She also wrote haikus, jingles, musicals, graffiti, and would walk into funeral parlors and churches and sign the visitor books with fake names and erotic messages. She wrote postcards to people she didn’t know but got their name from the phone book and street directory. These postcards were risqué at best. She wrote to her congressman, the mayor, her senator, police chief, and parish priest promising to name names. She invited strangers to their neighbors’ backyard cookouts, and after funeral luncheons.

Merry interviewed people on the street while wearing a press card hanging from her neck. She stuck to one subject per interview: food, politics, sports, sex, trivia, books, TV, the Bible, the Torah, suggested improvements to the town, confessions, and meanings of sayings.

Merry was big boned, morbidly obese, and took her meals at the local soup kitchens that varied their meals. She bought her clothes at the secondhand store and went to the library every day to read the newspaper.

It’s a given that Merry was born on Christmas Day and celebrated by making fruitcakes and sending them to strangers with personal thank you notes. She especially liked sending them to doctors and school teachers.

At dusk, Merry headed home on her electric bicycle and fed her dogs and cats. She lived in a very large home in beautiful condition. It was a half mile off the road and hidden from all of her neighbors. She took off her musical instruments and fat suit and soaked the daily Merry out of her skin.


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