To a Strayed Cat by Stephen Jonas [“To a Strayed Cat” can be accessed by downloading issue 8 of Yugen]   I see two voltas I care about in this poem—both marked by big “but”s. There’s haughty distance in the first section—spatial distance, with the tabs all over the place, and syntactical distance, talking like Yoda with “yr verses I taught.” The only place I see that disdain tearing a little is in the knife turn of repeating “destitute.” BUT then there’s that “but”: Ah, but that was, as you’d say “the past” Here Jonas lets the ex-“destitute” ex speak for a moment, but only to damn himself: what kind of ungrateful a-hole tries to re-cast that obvious rescue, the volta in his life,…