An African American woman told me about The Anti- Christ as I was looking through the mail.

He will be a man of great power and prestige, she said. And the world will love him.

Nobody knows who he is, she said with a look in her eyes that reaffirmed the idea life is too

unbelievable for the movies. 

Maybe I’m The Anti-Christ, I said, bothered by the idea.

I said he will be a man of GREAT POWER AND PRESTIGE, she said with a sneer.

Hey, I’m working on it, I said, annoyed by her lack of faith.

Before I left, I asked her if I could use her name for reference to save myself at Judgement Day.

Another African-American burst out laughing.

You have to stand up for yourself, she said.

Alone again, naturally, I sang a line from an old song.

Make that alone again

supernaturally.