Ode to the McLaren 675LT
The only thing more ostentatious than parking a $350k supercar in your garage is commissioning poetry about it. So I did.
Topacio Althaus is a thing that happens and grows and flourishes in Los Angeles like a rumor or a stereotype. She’s a poet. A singer-slash-songwriter. A barista. A reliably clever morning conversation, quality banter from the other side of an espresso machine. She could exist anywhere, but makes a hell of a lot of sense here. And she serves up caffeine in one of L.A.’s rare middle-class neighborhoods, right around the corner from my garage, which is stuffed full of McLaren 675LT. Pecked out on an old-fashioned typewriter, this was her response to seeing that $350,000 supercar for the first time.
Ode to the McLaren
to transport our bodies
taken her out to be
-topacio
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