In his poems
Chinaski is rarely alone

I don’t know if
his women loved him
I don’t know if
he loved them
It is not that obvious
despite the poetry

It mattered to him
to always have
a woman close
That way he would love
wage war or feel lonely
never leaving the apartment

I find great deal of comfort
in that picture of Henry
With his women and cats around
he was the centre of domesticity