{"podcast":{"title":"One Poem Only","slug":"one-poem-only-7376622","podcast_index_feed_id":7376622,"rss_url":"https://api.substack.com/feed/podcast/1898036.rss","website_url":"https://www.patreon.com/c/OnePoemOnly","image_url":"https://artwork.captivate.fm/d6dfcb32-7bde-40ae-8e00-2565782b5197/One-Poem-Only-3000x3000.png","author":"Maggie Devers","episode_count":460,"summary":"A daily reading. A quiet moment. One poem, center stage: just for now, just for you. A one-night-only show, in verse. Come back tomorrow. The curtain rises again.","last_synced_at":"2026-07-26T14:20:05.277030+00:00","page_url":"https://stenobird.com/podcast/one-poem-only-7376622"},"episode":{"title":"In the Hot Spring Locker Room by Haley DiRenzo | One Poem Only","slug":"in-the-hot-spring-locker-room-by-haley-direnzo-one-poem-only","published_at":"2026-05-16T18:00:00+00:00","page_url":"https://stenobird.com/podcast/one-poem-only-7376622/in-the-hot-spring-locker-room-by-haley-direnzo-one-poem-only","show_page_url":"https://stenobird.com/podcast/one-poem-only-7376622","url":"https://one-poem-only.captivate.fm/episode/in-the-hot-spring-locker-room-by-haley-direnzo-one-poem-only","audio_url":"https://dts.podtrac.com/redirect.mp3/episodes.captivate.fm/episode/acbf99a7-bbdf-4a97-8512-0cd16b5cc547.mp3","summary":"One Poem Only is a daily ritual: one poem, center stage, just for now. 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 to teach being seen without sex or shame or desire. Even now in a locker room I cover quickly, but long to be these women. Limbs sloughed pink after sinking heavy into a hot spring. I can hear their breathy sighs as water carves rivers over curves. Their soft whispers saying simply— yes . More from Haley DiRenzo ↓ @haleydirenzo on Instagram Support + Stay Connected to OPO If you’d like to support the show, Substack and Patreon members receive a copy of my book, For My Daughter , along with episodes from the audiobook. Poetry shows us what we need. Thank you for being part of the experience.","meta_description":"One Poem Only is a daily ritual: one poem, center stage, just for now. In the Hot Spring Locker Room Haley DiRenzo I saw naked women scrubbing salted skin…","key_points":[],"chapters":[],"topics":[],"duration_seconds":83,"processing_state":"not_requested","actions":[{"name":"request_transcript","method":"POST","url":"https://stenobird.com/v1/public/podcasts/one-poem-only-7376622/episodes/in-the-hot-spring-locker-room-by-haley-direnzo-one-poem-only/transcription-requests","description":"Idempotently request low-priority transcript generation for this episode."},{"name":"read_markdown","method":"GET","url":"https://stenobird.com/podcast/one-poem-only-7376622/in-the-hot-spring-locker-room-by-haley-direnzo-one-poem-only.md","description":"Read the agent-friendly Markdown representation of this episode resource."}]}}