In the Hot Spring Locker Room by Haley DiRenzo | One Poem Only

One Poem Only · May 16, 2026 · 1m

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In the Hot Spring Locker Room

Haley DiRenzo

I saw naked women scrubbing salted

skin as my mother ushered me

past. Eyes lingered on bodies raw

and round. Breasts dangling, bellies

drooping. Sketched scars and stretch

marks painted in different shades.

Clay earth, bruised sky, blue vein.

My own body was a girl’s then.

Still, I’d graduated from running

naked through my home to needing

to hide myself. I barely remembered

the bloom of my own mother’s

breast that fed me. She too

now dressed behind closed doors

unable to know or…