Color melds with words as synesthesia and paintings come alive in What I Remember Most is Everything as we ride across a decade with a young woman, traveling west to the streets of San Francisco and to places more far-flung. Along the way, we meet saints and painters, migrants and monarchs. We witness a car crash and read stories about artists collaged from the titles of their works. With a painter's brush and a curator's eye, Sharon Tracey offers up a fine debut collection of poems that explores the prismatic place where color and memory meet.