I write this in my diary, certain that my nosy ghost will read it.
I find her in my locked rooms going through my letters and
My trash bags
My medical records.
That naughty spirit stalks my family's mail.
My dogs tell her my secrets and the birds
give idle gossip on my affairs.
My ghost laughs when I trip and fall
And clicks her tongue like she knows me
While she writes it all down
and refuses any payment to burn her blackmail
that she wants to show the whole world.