'You are embraced this instant,' says Julia Kasdorf in one of these poems, and in another, 'hanging on . . . is our only home.' Such plainspoken gestures reveal not only the robust particularity of her imagination, but also its sexual nerve and essentially affirmative nature. Crosshatched by body, spirit, and the relation between them; animated by bright instinctive exchanges between carnal and religious zones of experience; driven by an honest, explicitly female consciousness of what 'animal' and 'soul' might mean, the poems in Eve's Striptease keep pace with a considered life in its search for some consoling 'homeliness' in the world.